Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1887-05-25

red face and long alder stick, in the
end of which was pin, had suddenly
and silently rejoined Tad and Polly.
"You-you young villainr wrath
fully CALCULATED Mr.. Forrest, as the
truth suddenly flashed across his mind,
and, with this exclamation, he made q
sudden dive in Joe's direction; but the
wary youth, evading his grasp, lodged
under his outstretched arm with a
hilarious war-whoop, and disappeared
among the trees.
Mr.. Forrest WAS very angry, particu-
larly when he discovered that q smear
Of pea-green paint extended from his
forehead downward across his nose TO
his cheek, though he made a pretense
of laughing it off as a joke.
"Just dip my handkerchief in the
pond-water, Tad, and wipe this paint
off my face, will YOU" he said, thEpw-
ing it to Tad, who, taking it in silence,
scrubbed down Mr.. Forests face till it
was tolerably clear. But with the paint
was chalky substance from over Mr..
FORESTS right eyebrow, and, too late,
that gentleman clapped his hand to his
forehead, with slight exclamation.
Tad's sharp eyes detected small blush
scar on Mr.. Forests temple, that had
been skillfully hidden by a touch of
French chalk.
How are you, Jones'" thought Tad,
with q little twinge of excitement,
which he carefully concealed, handing
back the handkerchief with apparent
Inconsistencies of the sharp glance
| given him by the city-bred gentleman,
who clapped on his hat with considera-
! bic haste.
Tad then rejoined Polly, who had
risen to her feet, and. after talking q
little with the amused Mr.. Mason, the
two made their way slowly homeward
by the shady wood-road that followed
the pond shore for quite distance.
"Why, where is Bounce?" cried
Polly, wondering what made Tad SO
unusually silent. Here. Bouncel
Bouncer' Bounce had grown into
quite n sturdy, good-natured pup. with
gruff voice, and a propensity for
picking up and carrying off any stray
article that he found lying about.
Sometimes it was Polly's slipper. OF
perhaps one of Mrs. Flagg's dish-towels
but, curiously enough, he never tore oil
destroyed any thing of the kind.
So, us, IN answer to Polly's CALL
Bounce presently came rushing toward
them through the bushes, Polly was
not surprised at seeing something in
his mouth.
Naughty Bounce!' said Polly, with
make-believe severity; bring it here
this moment, sir"
Bounce obeyed at once.
"Why, it's n folded, newspaper,
with Mr.. FORESTS name on the edge, "
she exclaimed, as she took it from be-
tween Bounce's white teeth. "Ht
must have dropped it out of his pocket
when he jumped up 80 quick" added
Polly, with merry laugh, in which
Tad, reused from his abstraction by
the little incident, at once joined.
You'll see Mr. Forrest before 1 do
Tad" Polly continued, rs she extended
the newspaper; Il wish you'd give il
to him-somehow, don't like him one
Bit"
"All right" replied Tad, taking the
paper, I'll hand it to him when sc,
him; though don't fancy him mucl
myself. But l wonder where on eartl
Joe is!' he added. suddenly noticing
the prolonged absence of his friend anC
crony.
Joseph is here, son of the pale-facer
suddenly responded a cultural voic,
from the roadside, ''but his feet NJ
longer tread the paths of peace, for thel
are set upon the war-path, and befor,
another moon the scalp of the Forres
chieftain shall dangle in his wigwamy
With this terrible announcement,
figure attired in blanket shawl, witt
disheveled hair hanging about his face
which was adorned with alternate
stripes of crimson, blue and yellow
burst forth from the bushes, uttering
fendish and blood-car,liing veil
. He shook wildly aloft white linen um
l brelle with one hand, while in the othe
= was an article held in the manner of a
Indian spear, which Tad and Polly sim
l ultaneously recognized rs the younge
1 Miss Bakers patent folding easel. Ate
= allowing Mr.. Forests anger a suff
cient time to cool, Joe had wandere
a back to the shore, where he was q
: once chartered by Miss Baker to carr
s her shawl and sketching utensils bac
n to her bOarding-place, while Mr. Fol
J. rest took the little party for a row O
( the pond. The possession of such avail
4 able material was too great tempt.
: ton for Joe, who had at once utilize
them, with the effect / have just d,
= scribed.
: ''Ha! Har' cried the Indian brav,
y executing fantastic war-dance in til
4 middle of the road, while BounC
e barked, and his two friends regarde
e his paint-smeared face with astonisI
r ment, ''does the daughter of the Lem
It Lenape shrink backP Let her have n
a fcar-the flower of his tribe wars NJ
y upon helpless women, nor does he fes
n even though the dread avenger be .
b his heels!' Perhaps the red mans u
h terance would have been less boastfl
Z had he known that the avenger, in I'll
; unexpected person of Deacon Whitne,
> was so close at hand. The deacon, hav
= ing been hunting up q stray ste,
along the pond shore. had snddenl
!, turned a bend in the wood-road !
8 time to recognize his cratic son
% voice.
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